The Homecoming
By the time Hermione showed up and gave her statement in the Auror interrogation rooms Malfoy was already gone. Roberts said he had been released to go home and didn’t want to hang around. She tried to ignore the pang of hurt in her chest that he didn’t want to stick around for her, even while every good sense she had told her off for her disappointment.
It was late when she finished her statement with Roberts and her take-out was long gone. Her stomach rumbled as she flooed back home, not wanting to risk walking home again.
Ducking into her flat, something was off as soon as she stepped in. Everything was dark, normally she had one of her lamps spelled to turn on, and Crookshanks wasn’t begging for food.
Hermione glanced around, “Crooks?”
She dropped her briefcase on the couch and turned on the light that was supposed to be on with a wandless wave of her hand. Her stomach rumbled as she remembered her precious bag of take-out, spilled and forgotten in the alleyway. Rounding the corner, Hermione walked into the kitchen only to stop abruptly.
The french-doors to the balcony were open with the faintest light from the living room leaking into the pale blond hair of the man sitting at the cafe table while he smoked a cigarette.
She sighed looking at him. For every moment a Malfoy filled her thoughts, the more guilty she felt. Ever since the gala, everyone had been warning her off. Hell, she’d been warning herself off, but the second she thought of his eyes, her brain was taken over by them, like they would circle through her vision until she was hypnotized by the silver orbs or swimming in his scent until she couldn’t form a coherent thought except for his face.
Every step of the way, he had made himself front and center to her, at the gala, in her office, even the alleyway, and now, merlin help her, she couldn’t even remember the reason why she was supposed to hate him.
Hermione, slowly walked through the kitchen, throwing off her shoes as she did, carefully taking a seat at the tiny table as Malfoy’s cigarette butt flared with a red glow, “You left the ministry before I could even get there,”
Malfoy exhaled deeply, leaning back in the chair, his shoulders relaxing like he’d been waiting for her to get back to know she was ok, “I don’t like Aurors,” his voice was soft, his eyes raking over her in the dim light.
Her brow rose, “And do you care to tell me how you got through my wards?”
His mouth twitched as he scoffed, “It was easy enough,”
Hermione glared at him, “You broke into my apartment, Malfoy,”
Malfoy’s eyes finally met hers, “And?”
She groaned, rubbing her temples at his complete and total arrogance, “I can’t deal with this tonight, Malfoy, please just see yourself out,”
He took a deep drag off his dart, “We need to talk,” he said quietly.
She rolled her eyes at him, “Not tonight,”
He glared at her, “One of them hexed you, Hermione,” his eyes bored into her, making her feel exposed and vulnerable, “And you were just going to let the Aurors ‘handle it’”
Malfoy sprang out of his chair, taking a long drag of his dart, “YOU COULD’VE BEEN KILLED, HERMIONE,” his hand shook as he grabbed the railing of the balcony, leaning against it.
Hermione frowned at him, “I can take care of myself, Malfoy, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve needed to,”
The butt went over the balcony and Malfoy was towering over her in a flash, “WHAT WERE YOU FUCKING THINKING WALKING HOME?”
Hermione was on her feet too, “WHAT WAS I THINKING? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, MALFOY?”
His hand wrapped around her throat pushing her back into the chair, “I think,” his voice lowered until he was almost growling at her, “that you’re my future wife,” Hermione scoffed, rolling her eyes at him, only in their dreams.
His hand grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his, “You belong to me. You don’t get to take unnecessary risks. You don’t get to take any risks anymore,” His eyes nearly glowed in the darkness, anger emanating off him.
Her anger rose in response, “You’re not my keeper, Malfoy,” she gripped his wrist, trying to pull his hand off, “And I will never be your wife,” regardless of the fact that he had taken over her thoughts. She refused to back down, refused to submit to his will.
His hand remained stubbornly in place, meeting her challenge every step of the way, “That’s what you think, but for the brightest witch of your age, you’re rather dumb sometimes,” his mouth descended on hers, sapping her will to resist him.
Their tongues clashed in a battle for dominance as he forced his way past her teeth. His hand wrapped around the back of her neck holding her in place. I have to push him away, Hermione’s every instinct screamed in horror as she kissed him back but her hormones practically sang. The man was a walking red flag in every respect, but she couldn’t shake her attraction to him.
Malfoy’s hand slipped down, catching her knee and pulling her legs apart, pushing himself in between her legs. Hermione’s breathing sped up, everything felt too warm in the cool evening air. He seemed to know she was under his spell as he let his hands skim the skin of her legs and thighs under her skirt. It didn’t matter, Hermione had an epiphany as his hands touched her. Long fingers lighting her skin on fire as they traveled upward.
She had spent so much time fighting against everyone, cultivating her picture-perfect image as the strong, know-it-all best friend of the 'boy who lived', keeping up with her perfect image as the ‘golden-girl’ who did everything right. And now, with the pariah of the wizarding world touching her, she felt free, sexy, like the pressure of keeping up with her ‘perfect’ image no longer mattered. At least in this moment.
Every man who’d shown an interest in her was only interested in themselves and what she could do for them. What made Malfoy any different?
Maybe it was the way her body lit up under his touch. No one else ever needed to know. She could have her night, the explosion of sensation under his hands, then dispel the news coverage as fake. Remind the public that she was the ‘golden-girl’ and would never be involved with a death eater.
His lips moved to her neck as his lithe fingers danced along the hem of her knickers and every coherent thought vanished, replaced by the overwhelming need to feel.
Anger overwhelmed his thoughts. The second Hermione had sat across from him, he knew he was screwed. He’d barely pulled himself together long enough to give his statement to the Aurors. Even with the verita serum, he could have lied the entire time. Instead, he had given them the bastardized version of the truth before apparating to her flat to stew until he saw her and knew she was safe.
Then she challenged him. And the anger disappeared, leaving only the need to possess her and prove her wrong. Make her realize that she belonged to him and he would do anything to protect her.
Her taste flooded his senses and any rational thought to leave her be for the night flew out the window.
She claimed he didn’t own her, but the second her mouth touched his, she relaxed into his touch like she couldn’t get enough.
She grabbed his face, dragging his lips back to hers, and devoured him right back. He grabbed her legs, dragging her down the chair, grinding his cloth covered cock right against where he wanted to be. Wrapping his hands around her arse he picked her up off the chair, holding her tight against him.
The feel of her bouncing as he walked through her kitchen nearly undid him. He nearly set her on the counter and fucked her right there. Setting her on the bed and kneeling in front of her dissolved any remaining self-control he possessed. Seeing her flushed, pupils blown wide, stained skirt pushed up around her hips to reveal the tiniest bit of lace. He was on the earth to worship her the only way he knew how.
Hermione’s head was clear, no doubts, no invasive thoughts, no questioning her actions. She would accept being his, but only for the night.
He knelt in front of her, fingers slipping below her knickers.
“Fuck, Granger, you’re dripping for me,” His finger slid home while his thumb circled her clit, she moaned under his hands. She needed more.
He gripped her throat, pushing her back onto the bed, while he loomed above her, fucking her dripping cunt with his fingers. He gaged her reaction, watching her mewl, thrusting her hips up to fuck herself on him, mindless with desire.
He pulled out suddenly, gripping her panties and ripping them off her hips. Her brain faintly registered the fabric tearing as he smirked down at her, putting them in his pocket. Watching him suck his fingers clean was the most erotic thing she’d ever witnessed.
“You belong to me, Granger,” He threw off his shirt, “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it,”
His mouth descended onto her cunt and she nearly bucked him off from the intensity of the sensations. Malfoy’s arms wrapped around her thighs, holding her in place while he ate like a starving man. His tongue lashed her clit as she cried out, tangling her fingers in his hair. As soon as she neared her peak, he backed off, leaving her squirming and bucking underneath him, seeking out his tongue. His fingers returned, stroking her gently as he picked his head up, watching her beg for more.
“M-malfoy—please!”
He’d never seen anything more beautiful, head thrown back as she begged for more.
He chuckled, kissing her thigh, “I will, don’t worry, I intend to keep you like this for as long as I can”
Hermione heard his zipper as he stood, pulling out his cock, thick, long and red, swollen for her. He started stroking as he looked down at her, a bead of pre-cum dripped down the head. She licked her lips wanting a taste as she squirmed watching him right back.
Fuck it, she thought, if he won’t finish the job, I will.
Her fingers found her clit and she started rubbing while she watched him touch himself. And fuck, if that wasn’t the dirtiest thing she’d ever done. She wasn’t even sure her hand would be able to wrap around it, a shudder passed through her thinking about the friction she would feel.
She felt her crest rise up again, spreading her legs, letting his hungry gaze linger on her fingers as she was about to cum.
He gripped her wrist, tearing her hand from where it played with her cunt and pulling it over her head. Gathering both her wrists in one hand, he looked down at her, smile playing on his lips, “That belongs to me, little witch, you need to ask permission first,” he growled into her ear as he pulled apart her button-up with one hand, revealing the lacy bits holding her in.
Draco palmed her through the bra, kissing her neck and down her chest, “I swear, If I’d known how good your tits looked in nothing but lace, I would’ve done this a long time ago,”
She whimpered as his lips found her hard nipple, grinding the lace against it with his lips, “You’ll wear nothing but lace in the manor, I won’t get anything done ever again,” His lips whispered over her skin, giving the other the same treatment.
He pulled her bra down, letting breasts burst out, nipples peaked and begging for attention as he laved them with his tongue.
Grinding his cock down into her, her head fell back on a moan as she felt his hard length rub against her clit. His teeth gripped her nipple making her gasp, “Malfoy, fuck me, please,”
Hermione’s lips were swollen as he looked down on her, slowly pushing his cock into her cunt. Her juices dripping everywhere. She was desperate, denied her orgasm twice, she felt like she’d explode.
It stretched her wide, forcing her walls apart. Hermione keened under him while he just pulled back, watching her. His face twisted, trying to hold off his climax feeling her squeezed around him. Her teeth creased her lip, unsuccessfully holding in her groan while she watched as his abs tensed above her, only for him to stop.
“Now,” His hand caressed her throat, her head leaned back exposing everything she was, “We still have a few things to discuss first,”
Hermione nearly screamed in frustration, “We can talk about it later,” her words came out on a breathless gasp, wrapping her legs around him, trying to push him deeper to hit that spot inside her that ached for attention only he could provide.
“No,” His voice was authoritative, gripping her hip to stop her from moving, “You disarmed me, Granger,”
His hips snapped forward, burying himself deeper leaving Hermione gasping for breath below him.
“You were in danger,” his hips pulled out.
“You raised your wand to me,” He drove himself in, his length nearly splitting her in two. Hermione’s head threw back, crying out as he hit every aching spot.
“And then you let someone touch you,” Her eyes snapped to his, struggling in his grip, trying her best to string more than two words together in her head.
He pulled himself out until only the tip was left, leaving her aching, squirming, struggling to free her hands from his grip. Merlin, she was outmatched in every way. “Y-you nearly avada’d someone!” Her hips rocked against his hand holding her in place, “I just wanted to keep you from going back to Azkaban. Malfoy, please move,” she begged, she needed relief more than her next breath.
“I don’t care,” His eyes pierced hers, freezing her in place, whimpering, “I will avada the entire fuckin’ planet if it means keeping you safe,”
“Malfoy please,” She was nearly in tears, wild with need.
He slowly began pushing into her again, “You will never stop me like that again,” She nodded frantically, hips fighting his hand, “Words, love,” his voice low, the command echoing throughout her chest.
“Yes, I’ll never stop you again,” she cried out, as his hips snapped forward, fucking her fast and intense. He drove his length into her, driving her closer to the edge, hitting every hidden spot she needed.
Fuck, he wasn’t going to last long, her velvet cunt squeezed him with every thrust, the little gasps and moans echoing from her drove him to the brink of insanity. This was exactly where he wanted her, needed her. The velvet grasp of her around his cock until he filled her to the brim. Even now, he was so close, her swelling with his child.
Draco stopped, filling her to the brim until she thought she would burst, she needed him to cum in her. Feel him as it overflowed and dripped down her thighs, she whimpered, “n-no, please”
“Who do you belong to?” his voice was nearly a growl as his hand came up, fingers smelling of her, stroking down her cheek and lips, his teeth grinding together as he held himself back.
Whatever sanity she had left was lost as she rocked her hips, struggling for more sensation, needing his cock stroking her and drowning her in everything he had to give, “I belong to you,” the words left her lips in a whimper, a grin spreading across his face as his cock screwed her deep.
“Now, don’t forget it,” he pulled back only to slam back into her, driving her breath from her chest in a cry. His cock pistoned inside her as his mouth demolished her own. Hermione was lost to the sensation, gasping as he rode her fast and she bounced up to meet him. Her pleasure built, spiraling out of control as her pussy clenched around him on a scream. He let go of her hands to grip her hips, slamming his cock in harder as he threw his head back with a victorious roar. He unleashed his cum in her, filling her to bursting as it dripped out of her cunt and down her thighs.
They were both breathing hard. Hermione’s limbs felt heavy and weak as he gently removed her clothes the rest of the way, lifting her up the bed to tuck her into his side. His breath felt magical on her neck as she surrendered to his scent, feeling more at home than she had in a long while. She felt his lips in her hair as he kissed her head, “Soon, love, we’ll spend every night like this,” he whispered his wish. Her entire body relaxed even more as she let herself drift to sleep, cuddled with her face in his neck.